<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:58:44.342+08:00</updated><category term='Eczema'/><category term='PRINCE ERIC IS MY LOVE(:'/><category term='RANDOM'/><category term='fear'/><category term='feelings'/><title type='text'>lastwordsofwishes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>588</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-8921088452308163039</id><published>2010-09-18T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T02:08:07.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To think about it, some people who are in my life now as my friends, so have similarities with the bestest mates I've ever had last time. Which makes me miss them more. (':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honestly, I can't wait to meet every single one of them. And the only time will be during our jalan raya. But till now, our plans have been quite a shitty one as we still can't get a day that we all can get together and go out. ): All our they clashes. Especially me, I'm the odd one out when everybody else agrees on one day already. I had to change it and caused everything to become one big mess. Unfortunately my dearest lovely friends, I still won't turn down my very important date next friday. So sorry. Much misses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;XOXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-8921088452308163039?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8921088452308163039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=8921088452308163039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8921088452308163039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8921088452308163039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-think-about-it-some-people-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6194465484583627309</id><published>2010-09-04T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:27:35.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a great time with baby todaaaay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, AKU DAH START LAPAAAARRRRR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grrrr... K la, wanna go call my bubu then carik makan kat dapor. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6194465484583627309?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6194465484583627309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6194465484583627309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6194465484583627309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6194465484583627309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/had-great-time-with-baby-todaaaay-d.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6745584463010214045</id><published>2010-08-11T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:13:11.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AKU BINGETTTTTT! Marah nie. My house is in a big fucking mess! Honestly, I have to say it stinks. Nobody ever wants to clean the house. Grrrrrr.... And sister's big fucking luggage since weeks ago is still stucked in the living room for maybe the spiders to breed or till her next holiday. My brother just loves to make the living room like his own bedroom by hanging all his clothes, towels and everything else on the sofa! Omggggggg, yes I am such a lazy pig. But at least I took an effort to sometimes clean the house. Howeverrrrrrr, its just a waste of my fucking time 'cause wanna know why? It'll be back to the normal condition within less than a week. But still, I just feel so super annoyed with the condition of the stuffy house, uncleaned and smelly. Omg, please give me strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, I am still sicked. I am broke. Just waiting for my daily allowances from mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the brighter side, I got myself a new bag. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6745584463010214045?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6745584463010214045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6745584463010214045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6745584463010214045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6745584463010214045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/aku-bingetttttt-marah-nie.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-2626948033933466757</id><published>2010-08-10T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:57:38.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, Selamat Menyambut Bulan Ramadhan to all the Muslims out there. (: I was shocked on how fast the time flies and that it's already fasting month. Although I'm not that religious, I somehow find that I quite like the feeling of fasting month(excluding the fact that I'll be hungry). I dont know why, I like the feeling. Maybe because its the feeling of eating with my family together on one dining table, or at least with my mother at home. I'll do my best in making myself to fast this month, like how I did last year. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hookaaay. I am sleepy. I am sick. Down with very bad cough and flu, and I aint gonna take any MCs within these two weeks of attachment. I dont want my Saturdays to get burnnnnn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss my boyfriend lah, so very much you knowww.. Every week, I'm only looking forward to Fridays so that I get to see him. I miss the times we're still new together, sooooo very mushy and fun. We always spend our days together doing the things we love. I love the day when we decided to dress up and go to town. I miss everything. I miss him, Ibniputra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-2626948033933466757?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2626948033933466757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=2626948033933466757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2626948033933466757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2626948033933466757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/okay-selamat-menyambut-bulan-ramadhan.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3432440828027361606</id><published>2010-08-03T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:45:27.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Super hungryyyyyyyy! Tak boleh tido! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yaaaay! I've passed my BCLS, excluding the theory part cos it's tomorrow. Next week attachments. Attachments = fasting month. Baguuuuuuus. *thumbs up* I dont think I'll be late for my morning shifts. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;K enough. Goodnight. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3432440828027361606?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3432440828027361606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3432440828027361606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3432440828027361606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3432440828027361606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/super-hungryyyyyyyy-tak-boleh-tido.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3897136982858791910</id><published>2010-07-31T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:48:07.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not sleeping yet. Bearing all the pain in the middle of the night. Sometimes, I just wish people could do something for me but that just wont happen. Dear boyfriend, even you left me for something else tonight. I feel so unimportant and unsignificant with the people around me. I failed alot, in fact too much. And I'm gonna fail throughout my whole life. Dont talk about faith or hope or whatever bullshit, I dont even have one. It is stupid to have one, because nothing will ever be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, to somehow help myself smile I went through facebook and I suddenly saw Emma Watsons name. Which reminds me of something in secondary school which was really funny. It helps, a little only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3897136982858791910?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3897136982858791910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3897136982858791910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3897136982858791910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3897136982858791910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-sleeping-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6312365175715781207</id><published>2010-07-28T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:53:33.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I am super excited looking at pictures of Rahman and wife's newborn baby. Super cute and tembam okay.. Congratulationnnnns to them. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Err okay, so now I am so sleepy and sick. And having stomach cramps. Gaaaaaawddd. I really dont feel like going to work tonight. I just want to sleeeeeep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6312365175715781207?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6312365175715781207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6312365175715781207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6312365175715781207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6312365175715781207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay-i-am-super-excited-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-4002816753621034186</id><published>2010-07-21T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:50:00.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the time I got home from school just now till now, I have yet to even start on the abnormal psychology project. Ape tidak, I go home only the first thing I did is of course, SLEEP. (: And now, I cant stop sidetracking by browsing facebook from just now. Irritating eh aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay go, I should quickly get it over and done with, and email them. Lepas tu ape lagi, makan ahhhhh. Then work, okay boring. Aku perangai gemok these few days, makan macam babi. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-4002816753621034186?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4002816753621034186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=4002816753621034186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4002816753621034186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4002816753621034186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-time-i-got-home-from-school-just.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-2149971942605033634</id><published>2010-07-04T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:03:56.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soooooo tired. Friday night went out with baby, home at 5am, slept till 1pm. Yesterday out with baby till 2+am, then work opening this morning at 9am which is equals to only three hours of sleep. Then work was shit when queue was never ending till I end work at 5pm. Which is not actually end work, because I extended till about 8+pm. Home about 9+pm, and I am so damn freaking tired, hungry and sleepy. Nevertheless, I had lots of fun with baby during the weekends. Love you many many okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok go, tomorrow morning schooling again. Too bad polytechnic students are not considered youth, if not it'll be a good day of sleeping at home. Then working at night, then schooling the next morning, and the cycle goes on and on and on............ Can't wait to get sponsorship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay goodnight. I'm always looking forward to Fridays. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-2149971942605033634?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2149971942605033634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=2149971942605033634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2149971942605033634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2149971942605033634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/soooooo-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-2724956308460564516</id><published>2010-06-29T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:08:21.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so lonely without my boyfriend. I am in no mood to do anything due to stress. Still can't stop thinking why life doesn't side me. I am in no mood for school, and also work. There are a lot of things in mind that I can't get. I just realised that I have not eaten today, other than bread this lunchtime. Which that is record breaking because I will usually complain to everybody that I'm hungry every two hours after I eat. I feel so depressed. I am having a test tomorrow and thursday but my id keeps telling me that I should just pack up and go to sleep. My ego is confused. And my superego is not convincing enough to make me study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I should force myself to cook some maggi and then start mugging till I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-2724956308460564516?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2724956308460564516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=2724956308460564516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2724956308460564516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2724956308460564516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-so-lonely-without-my-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-8787899132788293157</id><published>2010-06-29T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T01:13:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At work now. No mood. I feel so fucked up. I miss him. I'm stressed about my pay this month. Fuck. God, just kill me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-8787899132788293157?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8787899132788293157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=8787899132788293157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8787899132788293157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8787899132788293157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/at-work-now.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-1492091514714446394</id><published>2010-06-23T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:54:16.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cant sleep. Eventhough I am soooo very tired and sicked in the stomach. That's sick ok. It is super tiring to work every morning and it will be five days straight tomorrow of me waking up in the morning for work. Sick of work alreaaadddyyyyyyy. )': Will be quitting soon, but I guess after I quit I'm left with nothing to do at home other than projects, revision and whatever else. That sounds sick also.. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, happy advanced sixteenth month to me and my dear boy. An hour more to go, but I cant talk to you. ): Cant wait to see you on Friday! And Saturdaaaay... Praying hard this month will turn out to be a smooth one between me and you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-1492091514714446394?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1492091514714446394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=1492091514714446394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1492091514714446394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1492091514714446394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3689896400228692235</id><published>2010-06-21T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:22:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LeMeA14aaBo/TB9zc5WSS2I/AAAAAAAAEYk/mq8IxwUPh4A/s1600/DSC03319+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485229811428379490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LeMeA14aaBo/TB9zc5WSS2I/AAAAAAAAEYk/mq8IxwUPh4A/s320/DSC03319+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sick and tired of life. Gaaaaaaaah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was hoping that time could fly faster so that the next thing I know, it's Friday and I can meet my dear boy. At the same time, I dread time to fly faster because I know that is when school will start and all the presentations, lab assessments and common tests will come. Oh my, how worst can life get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently sidetracking by watching CSI NY on tv while doing my powerpoint presentations. Soooooo tired, sleepy and hungry. Worked morning just now, will be working tomorrow morning at nine and that will continue till Thursday. How tiring... Anyways, on the bright side, tomorrow will be doing opening with my 'mother', Visfer. (: Let's have breakfast! Then plus plus my dear Seri, and that irritating but fun Nasran. Okay, think positive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can someone please bring me to the zoooooooooo? I badly want to gooo, I do not know why. Then then, I want to make sure after I get this month's pay, baby will bring me out for shopping. Hmph, been sooooo long since I last bought something for myself. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay dah. Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3689896400228692235?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3689896400228692235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3689896400228692235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3689896400228692235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3689896400228692235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/sick-and-tired-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LeMeA14aaBo/TB9zc5WSS2I/AAAAAAAAEYk/mq8IxwUPh4A/s72-c/DSC03319+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-1272146932229478229</id><published>2010-05-24T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:43:48.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Losing control of myself. You can hear my heart breaking.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-1272146932229478229?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1272146932229478229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=1272146932229478229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1272146932229478229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1272146932229478229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/losing-control-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-504534368399014633</id><published>2010-05-22T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:23:28.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slept late. Woke up early. Now, can't sleep back. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, maybe I should move on to doing my schoolwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-504534368399014633?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/504534368399014633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=504534368399014633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/504534368399014633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/504534368399014633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/slept-late.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-4055520463347913838</id><published>2010-05-22T04:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T04:19:43.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't sleep. ): I'm starting to breakdown every night just thinking about the same thing everyday. I am surely going to miss him. Somehow I realised that time had been flying really fast. The next thing I know, I'll wake up knowing that he will not be there. I wish times stops ticking now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-4055520463347913838?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4055520463347913838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=4055520463347913838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4055520463347913838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4055520463347913838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3737876764869911394</id><published>2010-05-14T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:05:55.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss all the times we're all still together, like damn seriously. Missing how we always got ourselves into trouble. However, things changed. Some people changed too. I guess I changed too. Sometimes, I just wonder what can I ever possibly talk to them about and I guess that's disappointing because all of us never fail to be so kecoh and fun. I guess I'm all alone now. Feeling left out, definitely. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still, I'm having issues about trusting people. Like somehow no matter how fucking close I think I am to people, I still doubt my trust to them. Still considering things, maybe I should just leave things low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So wokays, I miss all the people that used to be around me all the time. I miss the fun times at work, which I would have to say the time when I hadn't realise that everything changed. School? I probably won't even go to that because I don't even have the slightest feeling for it. Attachment people are all great, including our CI who is extremely cute like a bear, also fun and knowledgeable. Most importantly, I miss my one and only dear boy of course. Will only be able to see him at work tomorrow night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, tomorrow last day of attachments! :D I have to say that four weeks is fast but I think that's enough. Gynae ward was fine, thought it was boring and not much things to do but when I went for Obs, I think Gynae is better. Paeds was the best overall, however, excluding those irritating little anak setan that never fail to make my BP high. I love my Denise Mok for always thinking the same way as me in terms of doing bad things. Huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dying my hair red soon, can't wait! (: Hope it'll turn out like how I'm expecting it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3737876764869911394?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3737876764869911394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3737876764869911394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3737876764869911394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3737876764869911394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-all-times-were-all-still.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-4896368478793814642</id><published>2010-04-29T00:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:22:12.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tearing on the third day.. Still thinking about the three fucking months this June. Fuck, kill me please..? Anyways, I am so looking forward to see you tomorrow. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I find that whoever that goes by that name is a bloody bitch. First, her name, that fucking whore who makes me feel super retarded and depressed. Secondly, is my CI's name. Sumpah irritating nak mampos la. I swear she has split personality that make the students can't trust her in everything she says. Bloody bitch, go look into the mirror yourself when you want to talk to people about professionalism. Fucker. Besides, I hate suck up bitches! Go and die la you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning shift. Same shift with our beloved CI, good luck to us! We never know what's gonna happen..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-4896368478793814642?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4896368478793814642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=4896368478793814642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4896368478793814642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4896368478793814642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-tearing-on-third-day.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-336274123167540312</id><published>2010-04-12T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:00:35.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so bored that I went through looking at videos and pictures of kitties. Oh my goodness, sooooooo cute.. Went to view all the pictures of the missing kitties, I was soo sad. But At the same time crazy and go gugugaga over the cute photos. And the cas for adoption.. Omg! Persian kittens.. (: I'm going crazy.. Okay, my dear baby and chocolate. Sorry I hate to say that the kitties are cute, but the both of you are still my bestest sisters ok. Please don't go missing because I love you sooo the very much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bored and random today. I don't feel like workig tomorrow but if I don't work, I also don't know what to do. Gaaaaaah, mendaaak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-336274123167540312?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/336274123167540312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=336274123167540312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/336274123167540312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/336274123167540312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-so-bored-that-i-went-through.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-8038515421482698251</id><published>2010-04-10T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:25:45.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woaaaah, bloody bitch. Can I please at least spend a day with you? Do you know how fucking irritating this feeling is! Fuck, kill me lah. Please ah.... I feel like one insignificant human doing don't know what in this world, having no say at all to anything! What the fuck am I doing in this world if I can't do anything! Cibai laaaaa. Mati taknak. Sundalans betol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-8038515421482698251?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8038515421482698251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=8038515421482698251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8038515421482698251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8038515421482698251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/woaaaah-bloody-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-1970859879775064188</id><published>2010-04-02T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T04:05:32.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not asleep yet.. ): but actually, I've slept throughout the whole afternoon and night the moment I reach home. Now, just waiting for my baby to reach home after work. Miss him so much, but still quite mad at him though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-1970859879775064188?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1970859879775064188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=1970859879775064188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1970859879775064188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1970859879775064188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-asleep-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-5165451457636662011</id><published>2010-04-01T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T02:05:53.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck la. His off day or not, doesn't make a fucking difference. I want to go kill myself can? Don't stop me.&lt;br /&gt;cibaicibacibaicibaicibaicibaicibaicibaicibaicibaicibaifuccccccccccccccccccccccccccck you la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-5165451457636662011?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5165451457636662011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=5165451457636662011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/5165451457636662011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/5165451457636662011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-la.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-1327374669633002820</id><published>2010-03-29T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:53:05.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So freaking tired and sleepy. My whole body is aching and oh my, my feet is killing me. I can feel the busyness today.. However, I can't sleep. Because.... I have a case study that is due by thursday. Oh my.......... Penaaaaat pe. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I miss my baby. I see you when I get to see you okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-1327374669633002820?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1327374669633002820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=1327374669633002820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1327374669633002820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1327374669633002820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-freaking-tired-and-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-8361318947299078272</id><published>2010-03-28T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:08:45.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone said that I'm not as pretty as his Jennifer Aniston or whoever else his Hollywood star is.. Something like.. Not up to them, whose hot and bla bla blah. Telling you baby, I'm taking it seriously. You should've already know what I like and dont like, what I am more sensitive to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-8361318947299078272?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8361318947299078272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=8361318947299078272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8361318947299078272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8361318947299078272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/someone-said-that-im-not-as-pretty-as.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-590446546869507602</id><published>2010-03-27T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:36:40.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really dont feel like studying, like seriously. It's my holidays maaaaan, well excluding the attachments. My gawd! I only got myself to blame for failing this one idiot paper. Look what I have got myself into! Fuck. Damn it. My brain is not digesting what I'm reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooooooh. I just saw on TV that next Saturday will be showing the new season of Incredible Tales. Huhuhuuuuu, I loooiiiike! That's it, I dont want to go out on Saturdays, well at least home by ten. And of course, it's Utt you know! Macam very excited gitukaaaaaan for next week. (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-590446546869507602?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/590446546869507602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=590446546869507602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/590446546869507602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/590446546869507602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-really-dont-feel-like-studying-like.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-2644631104485515155</id><published>2010-03-27T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:50:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A week has passed and I've not yet started on my case study. It's okay, will start on Monday after my Bio supp is over. Yes, I failed Bio. Damn sian la.. I think I prefer the previous ward than now, although some of the staffs here are friendly and outgoing, also helpful. Previous one feels much more lively and fun, somehow, excluding the heavy workload we have to face to serve the patients. Plus, there wasn't any case study before. Gaaaaah damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. Study study study, I gotta get back to my Bio 'cause I wont wanna fail and repeat that fucking irritating module. Not much time left because Monday's the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selamaaaaaaaaaat~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-2644631104485515155?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2644631104485515155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=2644631104485515155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2644631104485515155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2644631104485515155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/week-has-passed-and-ive-not-yet-started.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7155134513769759268</id><published>2010-03-25T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:04:45.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miss you. Miss you. Miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Omg tell me when can I get to see you. Miss hearing your voice too.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so shagged. Tired and sleepy.. However, I won't sleep till I get to talk to him. Work was fine today. Patients are all being good. Break time was a heartbreaker because I spent my whole pocket money today and I'm officially broke, for real. Bus number NINE is such bitch for always being packed either day or night. Although it feels faster to be on that bus, I think I prefer SEVENTEEN because there'll be seats.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, aku ngantok gila that I'm starting to merepek around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people. I'm just waiting to hear his voice and that's it, K.O time! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7155134513769759268?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7155134513769759268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7155134513769759268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7155134513769759268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7155134513769759268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7056041068826503133</id><published>2010-03-25T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:53:14.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omfg. I am so tired and sleepy yet I can't sleep from just now. Must be mom's tv volume too loud. And I'm starting to miss my baby too. Gaaaaah, won't be getting to see him two days from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Tomorrow afternoon shift, shit. No matter how tired and sleepy I am for morning shift, I still prefer doing morning. I don't like the idea of going home at night, alone. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Ok please sleep syahidah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, btw.. Happy belated thirteen months my dear boy. Love every moment we spent together and hope to stay happy with you. Love love love you okay! You've been an asshole these few days and I've been a bitch to you too. It's okay, I still love you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7056041068826503133?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7056041068826503133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7056041068826503133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7056041068826503133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7056041068826503133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/omfg.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7846285388866181133</id><published>2010-03-24T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:51:22.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate you too much that I just don't feel like talking to you. I miss you so much that it doesn't seem like your're missing me too. I can't believe how you could actually have the heart to do this to me.. How could you? I'd love to talk to you but the way I hear you talk just turns my mood off. I miss you so much but nothing can be done. I love you so much. Can't believe this had to happen on our 13th month night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Ibniputra. The old you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7846285388866181133?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7846285388866181133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7846285388866181133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7846285388866181133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7846285388866181133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-you-too-much-that-i-just-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3802970117613354878</id><published>2010-03-20T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T04:14:49.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A damn fucked up day! Tell me pissed can I get? Everything seems like shit to me. Everybody's being a fucking bitch today. Every customer is such a stupid idiot asshole. My whole body is aching and the crowds like fuck. My counter's giving me problems, and the ticket stubs is such a whore. My backbone hurts, my hips got cramp. Everything in me is burning hot because I'm raging mad and the aircon's being a slut for not working. Hope a kind soul could calm me down or at least listen to me complain, but who gives a fucking shit about me? No one. Nice one people. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is the start of my attachments and bloody fuck I do not want that to happen. Hope to spend time with him on Sunday but that'll never come true because he'll be out. And for the next three weeks, please do not blame me if I blame it all on you or pick a fight with you about our time spending together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Kill me la, please la.. Boleh mati sia hidop gini. Macaaaaaaam siaaaaaaaaal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3802970117613354878?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3802970117613354878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3802970117613354878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3802970117613354878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3802970117613354878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/damn-fucked-up-day-tell-me-pissed-can-i.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3679275046310920315</id><published>2010-03-19T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T03:38:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't sleep again tonight. How?&lt;br /&gt;I just miss you so damn fucking much you know. It's irritating to have this feeling. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3679275046310920315?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3679275046310920315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3679275046310920315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3679275046310920315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3679275046310920315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-sleep-again-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7379572574954213238</id><published>2010-03-18T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:29:28.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning people. Gawwwwwd, I am so sleepy and my head is spinning. Okay, gotta get ready to bathe because sending mom for doctor appointment........&lt;br /&gt;Ngaaaaaaaantok. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7379572574954213238?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7379572574954213238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7379572574954213238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7379572574954213238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7379572574954213238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-morning-people.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6277713645428844505</id><published>2010-03-18T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:19:46.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep?</title><content type='html'>So tired and sleepy. But can't sleep.. How? Haaaaaaaaish.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I miss you so the very much. )': can't wait to spend a day with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6277713645428844505?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6277713645428844505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6277713645428844505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6277713645428844505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6277713645428844505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/sleep.html' title='Sleep?'/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-1327515939475477569</id><published>2010-03-15T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:48:04.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighteen, finally..</title><content type='html'>I'm just trying to blog on my iPod touch.. Hehe. Thank you so much my baby for getting me the best birthday gift ever. But don't worry ok, I'll appreciate anything you give me. Thanks so much to my sister too for getting me a mug of my favourite character! Not forgetting the people who wished me thru hp and Facebook. Love you people alot alot! (: I'm sooooooo happy right now. Cheers to me turning eighteen, like finally! Happy birthday Syahidah! And not forgetting happy birthday to haziq whose birthday is the same as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay daaaaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;Sayang you people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-1327515939475477569?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1327515939475477569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=1327515939475477569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1327515939475477569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1327515939475477569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/eighteen-finally.html' title='Eighteen, finally..'/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-1891540152236718902</id><published>2010-03-13T04:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T04:43:38.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in no mood for anything now, and I guess for the next few weeks. I am so damn fucking broke. Work was a piece of shit just now with all the long queues and irritating customers. Plus an irritating bitch which really pissed me off today. Fuck, why can't life get any better? Not to forget a shortage worth of half of my money left for the rest of the month. Tell me how depressing can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid shortage, now fucking broke. So tired from work. Now my whole body is aching. I need a massage but that will never happen. Tomorrow will be a fucking short day with baby after a whole week of meeting at work but didn't get to talk much. Sunday will be doing opening, something which I really hate because I disliked the idea of waking up early. Monday will be my birthday but my gut feelings tells me that it'll be a one lonely day. Don't ask me why, ask the people around me. I bet eldest sister will be busy because her bf coming here from Australia. 2nd sister check check need to work. My dearest boyfriend also working. Left me and my mother which high chance she's gonna be busy with he tv series. Tell me what can I do? I bet this will be the loneliest birthday I am ever gonna have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with my body and mind so tired, I still can't sleep thinking about my life. I just feel like screaming my lungs out and cry like there's no tomorrow. There's nobody here to comfort me, nobody...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-1891540152236718902?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1891540152236718902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=1891540152236718902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1891540152236718902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1891540152236718902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-in-no-mood-for-anything-now-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6606651255619704828</id><published>2010-03-12T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:05:37.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So full.. Just finished eating spaghetti. Gaaaaah.. Don't feel like working later so lazy you know! Okay okay I want to go mandi now, my sister want to blanje me waffle ice cream. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6606651255619704828?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6606651255619704828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6606651255619704828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6606651255619704828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6606651255619704828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-full.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3832583923849277623</id><published>2010-03-10T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:45:00.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So fucking tired and sleepy. Soooo bored.. Just waiting for my baby to reach home, which however he forgot to bring his handphone to work. Damn irritating you know! Sms him also he can't reply. Gaaaaaaah! -.- Tomorrow working at twelve till ten, omg ten hours. Can die! Penat sioooooooolxzxzxzx! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngantok ngantok ngantok! Okay nevermind shall just try and wait a little longer. Miss him already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3832583923849277623?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3832583923849277623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3832583923849277623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3832583923849277623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3832583923849277623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-fucking-tired-and-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-8606779749724031571</id><published>2010-03-07T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:39:33.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fucking bitch. Damn why must she move to somewhere nearer? Fuck, I feel so intimidated. Tell me how? Gaaaaaaaaaaah cibaaai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay I'm very sleepy. Seriously sleepy and tired, but still the laundry is waiting for me. The consequences of me not washing my work uniform tonight is: I will wear it for another whole week because I'm working every single day. -.-" Okay okay. I wanna make it fast 'cause my bed has been giving me miss calls from just now. Cepat cepat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And oh daaaamn, I'm not looking to tomorrow's work because..... I'll have a trainee. Damn it. I cant train you see. Dont you get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-8606779749724031571?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8606779749724031571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=8606779749724031571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8606779749724031571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8606779749724031571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/fucking-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-4314412527981897242</id><published>2010-03-04T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T01:27:45.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm starting to really really miss my class, my 4E1 class. Especially after reading the post Nic wrote to Nel about there might not be a gathering like this 'cause it's hard to make one. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-4314412527981897242?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4314412527981897242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=4314412527981897242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4314412527981897242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4314412527981897242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-starting-to-really-really-miss-my.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3813513376303820607</id><published>2010-03-04T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:22:46.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ngantok ngantok ngantok. But later sure cannot sleep once I lie down on my bed. Gaaaaaaah. -.- Irritating nak mampos. I miss my darling already. Aiyaaaaa, where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dont know whether I should go for my class' chalet or not this monday. I'd love to, but nah. I dont think I wanna start a fight. Okay baby. But let's see how it goes for the day, depending on what time I'll be working. Hmmmmmmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3813513376303820607?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3813513376303820607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3813513376303820607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3813513376303820607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3813513376303820607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/ngantok-ngantok-ngantok.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7046205819791341574</id><published>2010-03-03T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T01:06:41.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So bored and tired. Just waiting for my baby to reach home. Hehe. Now trying to blog on my new handphone. Hehe. Tersangat sangat lah happy! Blackberry Bold 9700.. Huhu.. Aiyo, tomorrow will be doing opening, with my father. Gaaaaaah.. -.- After one day off tomorrow lazy to work already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dah. Bye bye......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7046205819791341574?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7046205819791341574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7046205819791341574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7046205819791341574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7046205819791341574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-bored-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6348323160491270607</id><published>2010-03-02T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:32:45.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe.. I got a new handphone! Happy oi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6348323160491270607?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6348323160491270607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6348323160491270607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6348323160491270607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6348323160491270607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-5631266524886648158</id><published>2010-02-28T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:28:07.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My life is just a piece of shit that nobody cares. Fuck and it seems that I'm quite useless in life. I cant do anything and everything. Everything bad that happens is always caused by me. Slowly, I know people dislike me. People always expect me to do something I cant do. And everything I do just wont be right for them, will never be good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honestly, for once today. I really feel like I should not live anymore and no one should stop me from doing what I want. I feel like praying and wishing that whoever would just take my life away. I am utterly disappointed with myself, my life plus the people around me. I really see no point in living. Besides, I also feel that I have no one to talk to. Even if I have, it doesnt make a fucking difference because people just listen, then okay, dont care. I do not even have a shoulder to cry on. People expect me not to cry, but still I am a human. How can I stop something which I have been since a child. I dont have anybody. I'm all alone. So I'd rather not continue this life... I know suicide sounds stupid, and it is stupid. But if nothing is to be done, then why not right. Suicide thoughts will be your only friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-5631266524886648158?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5631266524886648158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=5631266524886648158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/5631266524886648158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/5631266524886648158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-life-is-just-piece-of-shit-that.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-18537490739979076</id><published>2010-02-25T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:38:02.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. Sisters sudah vote. Ikan sudah makan. I guess there's nothing else. Hehe. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, I think I like today's paper. Not that I am sooooo confident of passing or whatever. Its just that I believe that I can pass because the paper is do-able and I was smiling throughout the whole paper. Well, this excludes some part of the SAQ laa which I forgot how to answer. But still, I'm loving it. Unfortunately, today does not mark the start of my freedom, like the rest because today's not my last paper. I still have my lab skills theory and practicals tomorrow morning. How sad right........... Well it's my own fault anyway so I only have myself to blame. I just want to pass that theory and pracs tomorrow, just get it over and done with and I'm free from all this stress! (: Therefore, tomorrow marks the end of my year one. Provided I must pass my tomorrow's test plus all the other semestral exams lah, not forgetting my attachment which will be starting on the 22nd March. Arghhh. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay dah, switch back to study mode. Daaaaaaaaa~ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-18537490739979076?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/18537490739979076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=18537490739979076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/18537490739979076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/18537490739979076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-1495346539619560470</id><published>2010-02-24T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:58:42.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bloody fuck. Tomorrow is Childbearing. Just hoping the paper is good that I dont have to swear the moment I step out of the examination hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plus, I dont know what's my fucking problem to not be able to concentrate. Fuck. Damn bloody irritating. I miss my boyfriend alot alot. Then, next week also not gonna be able to go out with him. Hari hari keje aje. Mendaaaaaaak sioooooooool. But takpelah yer, as long as get to meet at work, good enough. At least he's happy that he wants to save money to get what he wants. Kan? Kan? (; I'll be supporting you. Jia you darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need coke. I need my M&amp;amp;Ms. I need you here with me. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay dah, back to study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-1495346539619560470?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1495346539619560470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=1495346539619560470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1495346539619560470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1495346539619560470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/bloody-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-1515589711604990450</id><published>2010-02-24T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T02:21:17.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy one year baby! You know I love you and I know you love me too. Sad though we cant spend time out together on our day. Miss you alot alot and I cant wait to see you on Friday, after sooooo long. Gaaaaah. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, I want to get a new phone. My heart tells me to go for LG Ice Cream. However, another part of me wants to get a stylish kind of phone with great functions and applications in it, which is I think gonna be expensive. Tapi like as if I'm gonna always use the functions. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm, lets see because I die die wanna get that Ice Cream phone this Saturday.&lt;/span&gt; Plus, I am so in need of shopping. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My craving to shop is killing me, although I know my pay is just gonna be very &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very little&lt;/span&gt;. Insignificant, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And btw, I would like to announce to whoever that might read this that I'd love to get an Ipod Touch as my birthday gift. So sister, if you're reading this, you might want to keep this in mind. I will haunt you for the whole remaining days before my birthday to get that ok. (; Okay aku excited, belom March pon..... -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-1515589711604990450?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1515589711604990450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=1515589711604990450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1515589711604990450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1515589711604990450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-one-year-baby-you-know-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-9056542328041178338</id><published>2010-02-22T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T03:27:08.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dont think there is anything called happiness in life. Life is just a dull, piece of shit which never fail to give misery in people's life. Life's a torture. Even I dont know the people around me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please, someone. Just come over and kill me. I dont wish to see, feel, or hear anything anymore. My heart is just too pain to feel anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-9056542328041178338?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9056542328041178338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=9056542328041178338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/9056542328041178338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/9056542328041178338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-think-there-is-anything-called.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-5070895499359223619</id><published>2010-02-21T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:20:43.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuck, Bio is killing me. Boleh pecah otak aku. Ahhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, one down, four more to go for me and some other unlucky students. Supposedly only three. Not forgetting, two more pracs for us unlucky students. Cant wait till this week is over and then I can enjoy gila babi sampai mati. Gaaaaaah fuck I am so stressed up now.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get me coke, M&amp;amp;Ms, ice cream and whatever more. Daaaaaamn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Btw, I cant wait to get myself LG Ice Cream by the end of this month. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-5070895499359223619?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5070895499359223619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=5070895499359223619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/5070895499359223619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/5070895499359223619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-bio-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-4713414125684271950</id><published>2010-02-18T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:38:34.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Study, study, study. Till you go crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sociology paper tomorrow, please be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-4713414125684271950?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4713414125684271950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=4713414125684271950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4713414125684271950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4713414125684271950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/study-study-study.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-2963366755252764565</id><published>2010-02-18T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T03:22:31.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much misses..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss that cheeky boy of mine. I miss how irritating he can be. I miss his smile and laughter. I miss rubbing his boncet tummy. I miss pinching his cheeks even when he doesnt like it. I miss his nonsense lame jokes which I still find funny and laughed to it. I miss hearing him self-praising. I miss listening to his voice. I miss the times when he always sing for me. I miss hearing him complaining that he's hungry. I miss hearing him saying how bloated he is after he eat. I miss the nights he used to surprise me by picking me up after I do closing at work. I miss him picking me up with his bike at night then cycle me home. I miss how we always stay outside my neighbour's house till early morning. I miss falling asleep on his lap. I miss going shopping with him. I miss our late night happy meals at central. I miss how he always wink at me at work. I miss hugging him outside the lift and not letting him go home. I miss our craps when we look at people and criticise them. I miss how he always tries to build up my confidence each time I look down on myself. I miss him disturbing me in the cinema when I cried for the movie, then giving me his handkerchief. I miss playing with his bulu kaki. I miss tickling his armpit. I miss the night when he piggyback me from level one till four because he wants to show that he's strong. I miss having him look at me then suddenly pinch my cheeks saying that I'm cute. I miss staring at his face then make him clueless to why I'm doing that. Many more, I just miss him so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss you, Ibniputra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Baru dua hari. If he go NS already, I think I go crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-2963366755252764565?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2963366755252764565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=2963366755252764565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2963366755252764565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2963366755252764565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-that-cheeky-boy-of-mine.html' title='Much misses..'/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-1603789458969554457</id><published>2010-02-18T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:29:40.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate life when I miss you. Fuck, when can I ever get to see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I hate the sight of my books in front of me. My brain is not functioning well, its not absorbing the info. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And fuck, when is that fucking optic shop going to open. Gi balik kampong berhari raya eh? I need a new pair of contact lenses lah please. Irritating nak mampos betol lah these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-1603789458969554457?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1603789458969554457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=1603789458969554457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1603789458969554457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1603789458969554457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-life-when-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7864216587454274890</id><published>2010-02-13T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:20:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am still so happy right now. Still cant believe that I passed my Health Assessment. So now, I dont have to worry about having to repeat the module.. Oh my. Satu beban dah lepas. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now left with the semestral exams, followed by my lab skills supp paper. And fuck with that, I have to do everything all over again. The theory, plus both practicals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay whatever. I am so bored right now. I miss that cheeky cheeky boy of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7864216587454274890?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7864216587454274890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7864216587454274890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7864216587454274890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7864216587454274890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-still-so-happy-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3138017664900699934</id><published>2010-02-12T03:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T04:01:27.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I already have nobody. And now I feel like I dont know you anymore.. What am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cant wait for this thing called life to be over soon. Because I dont mean a fucking thing on this place called earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me, what is the meaning of living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3138017664900699934?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3138017664900699934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3138017664900699934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3138017664900699934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3138017664900699934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-already-have-nobody.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-2963230768458944736</id><published>2010-02-09T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:46:41.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I AM SO DAMN FUCKING BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and sicked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuck, I wanna get out of house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-2963230768458944736?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2963230768458944736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=2963230768458944736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2963230768458944736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2963230768458944736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-so-damn-fucking-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-4354114838135278371</id><published>2010-02-08T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T18:23:35.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daaaamn. For a moment, I thought that there will be no school tomorrow.. Gaaah. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kay dah. Off to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-4354114838135278371?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4354114838135278371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=4354114838135278371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4354114838135278371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4354114838135278371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/daaaamn.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-8710450651912346347</id><published>2010-02-07T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:35:55.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally done with my communication reflective essay. Phew! So relieved.. I am soooo gonna have a long sleep tonight since school starts at three tomorrow. But then still got work at night. Gaaaaaah, boring.. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So now, I am left with my H.A retest this Wednesday. Then here comes the exam.. Daaaamn. But holidays after that. Cannot wait! But must study first......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay dah byeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-8710450651912346347?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8710450651912346347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=8710450651912346347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8710450651912346347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8710450651912346347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally-done-with-my-communication.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-5480369321951493530</id><published>2010-02-05T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:16:02.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doing my work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doing my work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, to be exact, forcing me to do my work. Damn I am so tired. From what? I dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hungry already. Ahhhhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-5480369321951493530?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5480369321951493530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=5480369321951493530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/5480369321951493530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/5480369321951493530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/doing-my-work.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-5318343099809479926</id><published>2010-02-03T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:09:55.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So fucking tired and sleepy to even revise for my health assessment retest tomorrow morning. It's okay, I'll try. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah fuck. I am still hoping mine is next week, 'cause I'm so not prepared....... -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-5318343099809479926?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5318343099809479926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=5318343099809479926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/5318343099809479926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/5318343099809479926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-fucking-tired-and-sleepy-to-even.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7781030002753313444</id><published>2010-01-29T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:51:59.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hola babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so bored, tired and sleepy right now. I would like to sleep, but I cant because I have to get out of house soon to go to work. I know I should have slept just now, but I cant because otherwise, I'll be a dead zombie whom just woke up for work. So for now, I'll have to survive for work later at six, till morning at two. By which I think I'll only get home about three plus, but I still cant sleep because sister and me have to start preparing the food for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Roti Kiraaaaaai, here I comeee..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7781030002753313444?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7781030002753313444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7781030002753313444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7781030002753313444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7781030002753313444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/hola-babies.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-236726871778020752</id><published>2010-01-27T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:14:39.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck. I'm missing you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay dah nak gi buat laundry,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-236726871778020752?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/236726871778020752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=236726871778020752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/236726871778020752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/236726871778020752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6604778778935234413</id><published>2010-01-26T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:58:48.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not me when I'm in school. I am sometimes not me when I'm at home. I sometimes dont want to be me because the word me just disgusts me. Yes, I am indeed disgusted with myself. I feel like I've lost interest in everything. One problem not solved, here comes another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is life so hard? Why must I give up in everything I do and just breakdown? Why cant I be strong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not know. But one thing I certainly know is, all the people around me is a pretender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I dont feel like talking. I dont feel like doing anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6604778778935234413?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6604778778935234413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6604778778935234413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6604778778935234413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6604778778935234413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-not-me-when-im-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-8752061931238166398</id><published>2010-01-25T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T02:35:26.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking bitch. Go and die can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-8752061931238166398?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8752061931238166398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=8752061931238166398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8752061931238166398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8752061931238166398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/fucking-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7703212285175539647</id><published>2010-01-25T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:55:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so tempted to pamper myself when I have the money and time to do so. Like for example maybe, a full body massage and a spa treat, including one hell of a nice pedicure. I would love to get a manicure as well, but too bad that'll just go against the rules at work. Oh my, thinking about it is already making me grin all alone like a crazy kid. How nice and heavenly can it be... *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should let this be one of my wishes for my birthday. Either to get it as a gift from anybody who is kind and giving and soooo nice, or to get it myself. Well, that's if I have money. Okay okay cant stop thinking about it. =D Omg omg.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7703212285175539647?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7703212285175539647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7703212285175539647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7703212285175539647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7703212285175539647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-so-tempted-to-pamper-myself-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-4487174708533148432</id><published>2010-01-24T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:23:19.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A very happy eleven months my baby! Thank you for all your time, and I had lots of fun yesterday night ! Mwah mwah. Love you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to housekeeping. Not in the mood to do so, though. I am being forced. Gaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-4487174708533148432?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4487174708533148432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=4487174708533148432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4487174708533148432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4487174708533148432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-happy-eleven-months-my-baby-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3825265989795791740</id><published>2010-01-22T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:51:43.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am fucking sleepy. I am having a very bad headache. My stomach doesnt feel right. I feel like vomitting back everything I eat today. My right eye hurts like fucking cibai and its fucking red. I have no choice but to look kental in specs for the next few days. Unfortunately, my specs is making my headache go worst because I think my degree changed a little. My eyes is causing me to cry non-stop. I have no mood for anything now. I am fucking pissed. I dont feel like going to school tomorrow if my headache persists.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on baby, where are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want to die......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3825265989795791740?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3825265989795791740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3825265989795791740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3825265989795791740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3825265989795791740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-fucking-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3350008546012385747</id><published>2010-01-21T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:13:06.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So bored. Wanted to do some house cleaning but my headache's stopping me. Its making me feel like sleeping. Gaaaaaaah but I dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;Headache headache go awaaaaaaay, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3350008546012385747?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3350008546012385747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3350008546012385747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3350008546012385747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3350008546012385747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-4724324795998489929</id><published>2010-01-20T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T00:18:24.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not right. I cant think straight. I cant bring myself into studying Bio for tomorrow's prac test. I am filled with guilt. It was all my fault that the girl I can talk to best, the girl who never fails to get hyper and crazy, and always want to listen to my problem failed her test. I just cant bring myself to talk to her. I dont even know how to face her. It was all my fault. If it wasnt because of me being late, she might be able to get a pass. Look at me, what kind of partner am I? I was supposed to be there for her, but I was late, and it was too late that everything just went wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really dont feel like schooling tomorrow. I have lost all my mood for everything I need to do. I dont think I can ever forgive myself, if she herself cant bring herself to forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What kind of human am I? I had just caused a horror in someone's life, for one of the things that are important to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even how I think that it wasnt really what I wanted, like heavy traffic, slow bus driver or anything. Which was indeed true, what happened this morning. And that the teacher should not have skipped names that caused her to went in first before I reached school. I am mad. But people say, dont blame other things or people because everything will only be pointed back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am still so devastated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-4724324795998489929?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4724324795998489929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=4724324795998489929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4724324795998489929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4724324795998489929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-not-right.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6570736911145395680</id><published>2010-01-19T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:50:27.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love spending time with the boy named Ibniputra. (: Had lots of fun today although it was short. A simple day, but great with just watching movie on my lappy. The fun and laughters. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sayaaaaaaang banget samer dier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bio prac this Thursday. Oh shit, I'm dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6570736911145395680?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6570736911145395680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6570736911145395680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6570736911145395680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6570736911145395680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-spending-time-with-boy-named.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6453101344383400735</id><published>2010-01-18T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:08:12.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I PASSED FUCKING WOUND DRESSING TEST! I cant believe it. It was like.. OMG! =D Whatever it is, cheers to me for following Farah's advise on to just keep on smiling to the lecturer even when being scolded. Haha, and I did it! I actually passed and the lecturer was actually the one who failed me for my Health Assessment. Well, not her fault anyway. I just suck in the topic that my mind was super blank when she questioned me. So, that Mickey Mouse lecturer who said that I have anxiety disorder is indeed, nice. Didnt get her name though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So as for now, I am left with my Childbearing presentation tomorrow afternoon. Bio practical test this Thursday. Retest on my Health Assessment on 10th Feb. Not to forget, my dumbest encounter of Oral Medication which Pauline said to give me another retest, after a retest if I were to pass my wound dressing. Well, I passed! So let's just wait till she calls me up. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's not the end of it. The horror will continue on from 19th Feb onwards due to my semestral examinations. I have to start motivating myself to study, study and study because my brain's already in a holiday mood, even before the holidays. Go go go Syahidah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6453101344383400735?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6453101344383400735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6453101344383400735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6453101344383400735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6453101344383400735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-passed-fucking-wound-dressing-test-i.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-229831687078209698</id><published>2010-01-18T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:30:03.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just have to say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so in love with my boyfriend, Ibniputra. And I'm not sicked of saying this a million times or whatever number that exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sure do miss my friends alot, but alas, I cant bear living a day apart from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know this is random, but this is how I currently feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay I know some people will just gonna go "yeah yeah yeah whatever.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Righty rights? So I better get going now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daaaaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nights people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-229831687078209698?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/229831687078209698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=229831687078209698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/229831687078209698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/229831687078209698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-have-to-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7910046420753847898</id><published>2010-01-17T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:51:22.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate having period. Omfg, it makes me far more emotional than I ever am. I am hating myself. Fuck, why cant I bring myself to do something good for myself to make me feel better about me. I hate seeing the sight of every other better girl than me especially, her. Fuck, oh my. Wait, I dont think she's better than me somehow. Wanna know why? Because she's a.... @))#&amp;amp;*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#&amp;amp;*!#*&amp;amp;!%@^%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#*&amp;amp;!%@^%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Such a motherfucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my goodness. Please give me the faith and hope in living because I am utterly sicked of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7910046420753847898?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7910046420753847898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7910046420753847898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7910046420753847898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7910046420753847898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/save-me-baby.html' title='Save me, baby.'/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6560122646119430621</id><published>2010-01-15T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T01:19:01.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just cleaned up my room. Okay, slightly better than before. But since I'm still sicked plus I'm having these irritating period cramps, maybe I should do the whole package of cleaning next time. Well, next time way before end of January. Because.... My brother's getting engaged and I soooo need to clean up the house plus I am so excited! Wanna know why I'm excited, because Mom's gonna make Roti Kirai and I'll be the one doing the cooking for the Kirai in the kitchen. Siap ah nanti smuer aku lantak kasi tinggal siket. Hohoho.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talking about Roti Kirai reminds me of my dearest girls. Omg, it was during Sec 3 times when we had Racial Harmony Day Carnival and the girls stayed over at my place for some cooking session at night and went back in the morning before school. Haha. Missed it. Then after the whole carnival I was dreading to go home because I didnt sleep the whole night. Three-quarter of me was already asleep in class after the carnival when papabear was talking and talking. Before letting us off, he said, "I dont know if Syahidah can even make it out of the gate." Haha! I sooooo miss secondary school. In the school called Siglap, that is where all our memories got created through both hard and happy times. (':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay Im getting sleepy and tired and pissed waiting for boyf to reach home and call me. Grrrrr. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6560122646119430621?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6560122646119430621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6560122646119430621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6560122646119430621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6560122646119430621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-cleaned-up-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-394535159891491329</id><published>2010-01-14T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:55:40.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holaaaaa lalala. Sooo bored. Still sicked. Getting better however. =D Very goooddddd.. I'm hungry. Feel like eating cheese fries. Omg, so nice. I want Ice Cream, omg double the pleasure. But oh no, so fattening. Daaaaaaamnn. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay okay enough. I have yet to figure out what I want to do now. Maybe go cook maggi and eat. (: Exam is in a month's time so I better get my lazy ass and not-so-working brain to work because I hate coming back to school during the holidays to take supp paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Attachment posting out. Will be starting on the 22nd March. As much as I didnt want my birthday to fall during attachments, I also want my attachments to be starting straight after school holidays start. Daaaamn, so now, its three weeks holidays straight after school ends, and three more weeks of attachment. Then school back and I'm going to be year two. So fast huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways anyways, cant wait for attachments because it'll be the same bunch of crazy people again. And Firzanah will be joining us at the same ward. Baik pe. Huhuhuhuu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daaaaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-394535159891491329?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/394535159891491329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=394535159891491329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/394535159891491329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/394535159891491329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/holaaaaa-lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7771653374161141865</id><published>2010-01-12T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:00:31.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just woke up. Soooooo sicked I tell you. Was having flu and cough the whole day in school. Then now, down with fever. Great, just great. My head is spinning and spinning and it hurts alot. Oh well, I obviously cant take any medicine tonight because if I do, I dont think I'll be waking up for school tomorrow. Bonus thing, tomorrow Health Assessment lab test early in the morning. Fuck. Kill me faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7771653374161141865?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7771653374161141865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7771653374161141865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7771653374161141865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7771653374161141865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-4030634580641234825</id><published>2010-01-12T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:54:41.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fucking selfish bitch. You go and die better kay. Irritating nak mampos. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Communication test tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. Good luck to me if I were to be late. I dont care, I want cab fare worth of twenty bucks. Then presentation in the afternoon. Urgh, kill me. I have yet to go through the slides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-4030634580641234825?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4030634580641234825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=4030634580641234825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4030634580641234825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4030634580641234825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-mood.html' title='No mood.'/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3867149340349665146</id><published>2010-01-11T10:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:15:04.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waiting to get into class for presentation. I am fucking nervous I tell you. At the same time, hungry and sleepy. Gaaaaaahhhhh! -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3867149340349665146?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3867149340349665146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3867149340349665146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3867149340349665146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3867149340349665146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/waiting-to-get-into-class-for.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7846158472485065979</id><published>2010-01-10T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:12:44.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So damn fucking tired and sleepy. My life is killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. Tomorrow morning got presentation. Then work at 6pm till closing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday, another presentation. Plus, communication test early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday, Health Assessment lab test. Fuck, I am so not ready for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then next week, another lab test on wound care. Fuccccckkkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cant wait till next week is over because I think I wont have anything much going on after that. Dont I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay okay. Gotta get going now to do my revision for the tests plus a little bit of editing of the presentation slides. Daaaaaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7846158472485065979?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7846158472485065979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7846158472485065979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7846158472485065979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7846158472485065979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-damn-fucking-tired-and-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-876734827715921901</id><published>2010-01-07T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:24:05.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I AM FUCKING IMMATURED. ABEH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-876734827715921901?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/876734827715921901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=876734827715921901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/876734827715921901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/876734827715921901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-fucking-immatured.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6445470863676900303</id><published>2010-01-07T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:23:55.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a great nap in the afternoon just now. Very nice, after a very long time.. =D For now, I still cannot believe that I have no school tomorrow. Good thing that Rachel informed me. However, gonna be heading to Compass Point tomorrow afternoon for our project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Where have our Wednesdays gone to baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6445470863676900303?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6445470863676900303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6445470863676900303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6445470863676900303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6445470863676900303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/had-great-nap-in-afternoon-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6918465831413605906</id><published>2010-01-05T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:37:18.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doing project with the girls now. Soooo sleepy and tired. Tomorrow's school starts early. Omg. Kill me. I am looking forward to a day which I dont have to worry waking up late. Please please please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trying to change my habit. Fucking hard though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6918465831413605906?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6918465831413605906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6918465831413605906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6918465831413605906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6918465831413605906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/doing-project-with-girls-now.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-4540979078259733927</id><published>2010-01-04T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T02:45:33.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stucked and not moving. My brain is dead tonight. I need some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-4540979078259733927?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4540979078259733927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=4540979078259733927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4540979078259733927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4540979078259733927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/stucked-and-not-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7800320175545303337</id><published>2010-01-04T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T01:18:53.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>essay sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thousand more words to go and I'll move on to revising for my retest tomorrow! Go go. Jia you! I'm bullshitting in my essay. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7800320175545303337?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7800320175545303337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7800320175545303337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7800320175545303337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7800320175545303337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/essay-sucks.html' title='essay sucks'/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6879379456336175820</id><published>2010-01-03T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:41:30.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously no fucking mood to do anything. So tired and sleepy, and I have my essay to complete. Fuck, I'd rather die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6879379456336175820?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6879379456336175820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6879379456336175820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6879379456336175820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6879379456336175820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/seriously-no-fucking-mood-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-5680666504554036583</id><published>2010-01-02T23:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:37:21.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day or two..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LeMeA14aaBo/Sz90dwZw-ZI/AAAAAAAAEYc/psglJGLg0sM/s1600-h/CIMG0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422180530935363986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LeMeA14aaBo/Sz90dwZw-ZI/AAAAAAAAEYc/psglJGLg0sM/s320/CIMG0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Year's Eve was great. Worked on New Year's Day, and out just now with baby to have fun again. Watched Chipmunks at TC. Sumpah cute giler. Went to Vivo and browse around. I bought this shades at F21 for two bucks, dont ask me why. I was shocked to hear the cashier said it was two bucks when the price tag was thirteen. Very good... Hehe. Baby made me buy this cap at Esprit. A nice one though. I think I'm broke now. -.-" Anyways, thanks for the day my boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Will be working tomorrow morning. Please give me all the great kecohrable people to work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last but not least, to my fellow classmates especially my groupmates. I am truly sorry about my disappearance from you guys, I am sure you guys are mad about me not turning up for group projects and everything and so on and so forth. I just need a break from schoolwork. Really sicked of it. I will make it up to you guys when school reopens, which is the next day after tomorrow. See you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-5680666504554036583?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5680666504554036583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=5680666504554036583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/5680666504554036583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/5680666504554036583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-or-two.html' title='A day or two..'/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LeMeA14aaBo/Sz90dwZw-ZI/AAAAAAAAEYc/psglJGLg0sM/s72-c/CIMG0482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-4951241767789661287</id><published>2010-01-02T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T04:32:46.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am dead tired. Thanks to work. Two more days till my essay is due. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-4951241767789661287?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4951241767789661287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=4951241767789661287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4951241767789661287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/4951241767789661287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-138642324097956052</id><published>2009-12-31T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:11:14.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So tired and sleepy. Will be having my shower then I shall do my essay by then. Soooo hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kay dah, I feel like going to sleep back. My bed's calling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-138642324097956052?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/138642324097956052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=138642324097956052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/138642324097956052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/138642324097956052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-tired-and-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3576391625147406020</id><published>2009-12-31T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:27:14.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still traumatized..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All about last week's stucked in the lift incident. Fuck, really freaked me out. Till now, the incident leave me with non-stop fear and panic each time I enter the lift, regardless I'm alone, or not. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever. Will try not to think about it anymore. Cant wait for tomorrow! Going out with my baby to have fun! Wooohooo wooohoooo. Feeling so happy and relaxed this holidays, not looking forward for school, and dont even want to think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, that 1500 words essay is haunting me because it's due in 4 days time! Shit. Kill me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3576391625147406020?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3576391625147406020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3576391625147406020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3576391625147406020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3576391625147406020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-traumatized.html' title='Still traumatized..'/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3948686855319790233</id><published>2009-12-28T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:16:35.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bloody fuck. I dont know why but I am so damn fucking furious about them changing my working schedule tomorrow. First thing, my constraint clearly stated there after 6 pm. Secondly, I am having a group meeting in school tomorrow for my project. Then, they changed my timing from 6pm - 1 am to 12pm -10 pm without asking me or letting me know. So now, tell me how the fuck am I supposed to do my work tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am fucked up and stressed up with my piles of work which had to be done. Especially that damned 1500 word essay about law. What the fuck. I dont know single shit about law and I cant find any books about law relating to nursing. Tell me how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3948686855319790233?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3948686855319790233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3948686855319790233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3948686855319790233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3948686855319790233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/bloody-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-1764176184564545453</id><published>2009-12-27T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:00:10.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Work was totally exhausting just now. Today macam kampong melayu, all malays doing opening. Met Aishah at NTUC and then Hazim at level four. Rahman macam biase, always come slightly on time. Got ready for work and just at about 9.30 a.m, I tell you the crowd gathering behind me was so freaky. Tak senang orang nak buat opening. Nani, Aidah, Farhana and Hazleen came, and Nani was like, "jangan pandang belakang tau..." Omg. Four counters opened, queue was fucking long I tell you, total madness! Macam ader sale. Imagine if the number of counters was like the previous week, only two or three, can die I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bla bla bla bla blaah. Helped Rahman key in the roster for next week in the computer, so I feeling feeling manager sit at Alfred's place when he's not around. Wahahahahah. Done and off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay okay okay, I should be doing my work now. Bye bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm thinking of changing my blogskin. Again..... to I dont know what design. All so boring and -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kay ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-1764176184564545453?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1764176184564545453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=1764176184564545453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1764176184564545453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1764176184564545453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-was-totally-exhausting-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7493283588722940310</id><published>2009-12-26T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:46:15.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am sleepy and hungry. I am badly craving for cheese fries. Waiting for Boyf to come over after the match on tv. Doing my work, even when not in the mood to do so. Fuck. I'm hungry and I cant think. I need fooooood like cheese fries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watched Avatar 3D just now at Downtown. I have to say the movie was awesome, the 3D effects was just great! Thanks for the movie treat baby. ;P Kay running out of cash. I need money. Three more days to pay day. Surviving. Oh shit, will be doing opening tomorrow morning. Well, that's normal actually, too see me coming in for work every Sunday morning bringing a black, sleepy face. Good thing its Rahman. Wahahahahahha, but if my 'father' better. Becauseee...... once I reached work, everything's done! I barely need to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay dah bye. Gonna dig up some food in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7493283588722940310?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7493283588722940310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7493283588722940310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7493283588722940310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7493283588722940310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-sleepy-and-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-8067655870370088180</id><published>2009-12-24T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:17:42.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy ten months my babyboy! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay I am still so damn sleepy. Accompanied sister to A&amp;amp;E yesterday night for her boils or whatever it's called. She got hospitalised and just went through a minor surgery just now. Stayed by her bedside till morning. Slept and my whole body aches, my legs and hands got numbed. Sooooo tired I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay enough. I'm gonna rest my eyes for another five minutes and then, I have a project to finish up. Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-8067655870370088180?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8067655870370088180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=8067655870370088180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8067655870370088180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/8067655870370088180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-ten-months-my-babyboy-d-okay-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-2657173297711505821</id><published>2009-12-23T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:50:36.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was so shagged today. Was late for project discussion today. Project slightly done, had late lunch with the girls, had dinner with Boyfriend, and movie to wrap up the day. And tomorrow will be another day to Bugis for project again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay bye. Soooo sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-2657173297711505821?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2657173297711505821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=2657173297711505821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2657173297711505821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/2657173297711505821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-so-shagged-today.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7693277126209126763</id><published>2009-12-21T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:13:43.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like killing myself doing this fucking essay. Fucking irritating when you dont know if what you find online can be trusted or not, and the books you need is fucking gone. All on loan, none left and you have nothing to refer to. Fuck assignments. Fuck projects. Fuck school. I want my holidays, to be a real holiday but so far it doesnt look like it. Nabey deng deng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And some people just dont understand how sensitive I can be. Furthermore after the whole lot of mess in my mind about my fucking essay which is due in two weeks time. Go on and get mad at me. Let's try me making you feel guilty and then I say I was just joking around. What the fuck? Think first can. Go get mad at me more. Kill me if you want so that you dont have to tolerate my sensitiveness and childishness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I fucking dont feel like going to work later at six. I have yet to bathe and I dont feel like doing so. I have work to do and when I have the mood, things always come in my way. This goes especially to work. And when I'm not working, I'll never even bother to touch it open. What the fuck am I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuck life and everything around me and about me. I have never been the best and I'll never be good enough for everything. Fuck fuck fuckaneneh cibaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7693277126209126763?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7693277126209126763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7693277126209126763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7693277126209126763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7693277126209126763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-like-killing-myself-doing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3378609825469916925</id><published>2009-12-18T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:40:32.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LeMeA14aaBo/Sypai68lgqI/AAAAAAAAEYU/dza7b93uu8w/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416241057851867810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LeMeA14aaBo/Sypai68lgqI/AAAAAAAAEYU/dza7b93uu8w/s320/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hokay burok. I am sooooo bored I tell you. Soooo sleepy. Dont feel like going to school tomorrow, but oh damn it, this feeling cant go on. I am soooo in need of money. Running out of cash. Holidays are coming and I wont be getting daily school allowances. Fuck. Kill me. I really really have to urge to shop and shop and shop but hell no, I dont have money to do so. Let's wait till end of this month, where I think my pay will be like an insignificant amount and I can go and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The movie Avatar for today, both 3D and non-3D sold out, or selling fast. Good luck to me tomorrow night to handle booking counter. A little more of good luck to those running food counter. Hoho. However, all the best to me in advanced for Sunday because first: I'm doing opening with my 'father' and I am likely to be late each time I work morning, second: It's Sunday and M1 Sunday promo is on so confirm plus chop I can die running counter with queue panjang gila babi because the promo is only for first seventy customers, third: I'll be getting all those shit faces and swearing words from the customer when they dont get the promo or when the queue is slow and their show had started because the customer I'm serving is taking their own sweet time. Fuck, Sunday morning is a killer. Good luck to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faster lah time. Waiting for Boyf to end work then I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3378609825469916925?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3378609825469916925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3378609825469916925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3378609825469916925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3378609825469916925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/hokay-burok.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LeMeA14aaBo/Sypai68lgqI/AAAAAAAAEYU/dza7b93uu8w/s72-c/DSC00852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3061677563805550951</id><published>2009-12-17T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:44:55.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So bored and sleepy and whatever more right now. Currently waiting for mom's kuih bakar to cook inside the oven. Soooooo slow. Meeting Boyf later, soon before he goes to work. I'm hungry, cant believe I didnt eat the since morning till now. Soooo bored....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay so hennyways. Had a great time with Boyf for the last three days. Sorry to the people of my class that I couldnt join you guys for the outing yesterday. So, he just turned twenty on the fifteenth december. Didnt do anything much but I hope he like the gifts. Had Seoul Garden for lunch yesterday, soooooo nice. I ate like a pig I tell you, but damn niceeeee.. =D Finaly watched New Moon at Downtown. The story is okay luh, but very slow and draggy and banyak bebual. Home and slack till night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know girls are crazy about Jacob Black about his body and bla bla blahs. However, I just dont know why I dont even bother about him. I still think that my Edward Cullen is better, even how gay he looks like sometimes(or all the time). Yeah people will say he's cold and old and whatever. But I am soooo into him. Omfg, vampires are so cool I dont know why I just feel that way since the first Twilight last year. I am so loving Edward Cullen okay. You girls can go share Jacob Black while I have my Edward to myself, alone. Heheeeee. Okay I should stop fantasizing. And Bella Swan is hot too. Okay dah cukop kay. Not to forget, I like everything about Edward EXCEPT, the part where the shines and sparkle or whatever under the sunlight. HAHAAAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kay bye, gotta get going now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3061677563805550951?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3061677563805550951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3061677563805550951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3061677563805550951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3061677563805550951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-bored-and-sleepy-and-whatever-more.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-7127185148771575198</id><published>2009-12-12T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:52:55.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not in the mood for anything. Dont feel like eating. Dont feel like playing games. Dont feel like sleeping. I dont know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want Sony Ericsson Satio. But when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-7127185148771575198?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7127185148771575198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=7127185148771575198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7127185148771575198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/7127185148771575198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-in-mood-for-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-3428798911894434249</id><published>2009-12-10T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:01:23.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In school as early as 9.30 when school starts at eleven. Soooo sleepy. -.- Doing my essay work now. I badly need to complete it by today and I'm aiming to finish it by 10.45..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Omg, I barely have enough sleep everyday now. Its killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-3428798911894434249?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3428798911894434249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=3428798911894434249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3428798911894434249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/3428798911894434249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-school-as-early-as-9.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-6106488590904461426</id><published>2009-12-10T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:23:22.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So sooo bored and mendak gila babi nak mampos in school. Gonna leave after project's run through. Really really sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay dah. Feeling happy because I am leveling up to 25 soon! You see Farah, not even 24 yet. *shakes head* Hohoho Merry Christmas! Hehe. But I guess she'll be able to catch up with me next week 'cause my dearest laptop will be going away for servicing for I dont know how long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay okay. I miss Ibniputra. Kanasai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-6106488590904461426?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6106488590904461426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=6106488590904461426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6106488590904461426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/6106488590904461426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-sooo-bored-and-mendak-gila-babi-nak.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-1292040856103793188</id><published>2009-12-09T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:09:11.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just had dinner. Tummy's full and happy, its driving me sleepy. Let's try and tahan this eyes open. While waiting for my food to cook in cafe, I should just move on in editing the slides for my presentation. (; I have to move on. Time is running out. I have yet to start on my 1500 word essay which is due in a month's time. -.- Sooooooo leceh I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. Now I feel like shitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss Boyf like fucking cibai but there's nothing we can do. I'm trying my very best to understand him, and its also for my own good so that I can do my work, which I've not been doing. -.-" Nevermind, let's wait till end of this week! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-1292040856103793188?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1292040856103793188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=1292040856103793188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1292040856103793188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/1292040856103793188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-had-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811672472716721313.post-80816623188122427</id><published>2009-12-06T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:50:52.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fucking sick. Can't afford to do anything. I need that powerful flu tablet but too bad I finished mine. The cough syrup's not making me sleepy yet. Can't stop sneezing and coughing. Everything's getting worst. I dont feel like going to school tomorrow. I feel like taking an MC again. But I'm thinking about my attendance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sickness is pissing me off. I feel like strangling every idiot who irritates me. I have no appetite to eat anything other than chocolates. I look like a mad woman everyday. My nose is itching non-stop since just now and now, its leaking. I want to do project but I dont even have the mood to open it up. I want to tidy up the house but the only thing I could do is lying down on the sofa and rubbing my face hard till it turned red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone's being a bitch today. Boyf too. Strangers too. Everybody around me. I feel like I'm dying. I feel like my breath is going to be taken away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuck life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811672472716721313-80816623188122427?l=lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/80816623188122427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811672472716721313&amp;postID=80816623188122427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/80816623188122427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811672472716721313/posts/default/80816623188122427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightupmyway-toyourheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/fucking-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>` missing da memories.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00784642316430828528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
